Novel & Cerita Olympus Academy

“Academy is a research institution, like a werewolf university. The best werewolves from Europe and even the world gather there to study. They also conduct various research programs.” “I’m graduating from high school next year, and I want to go to Academy,” Oliver interjects. Hera looks at Oliver proudly. “Oliver is the most talented kid in the family since your mother. Number one in his school. I’m sure he’ll make it.” I mumble, “What about me? Can... I go to school?” “Of course you can. I can get you into a high school nearby,” Hera says. “But I want to go to Academy too,” I say, determined.

This is a school purely for rich men. This academy is built for men. It breathes men. Every corner reeks of power, of legacy, of cruel ambition handed down through generations. These halls are lined with gilded portraits of male rulers, innovators, dictators—men who shaped the world with their iron will and razor-sharp minds. The boys here are trained to follow in their footsteps. Economics. Politics. Law. International strategy. Warfare. Linguistics. Sports. Negotiation. Technology. They are handed the knowledge of the world like it's their birthright.

Athena’s Sacred Tree Academy–or simply AST Academy to its students–was not only known for its silver-gray uniforms or the logo depicting a large, white owl with an olive branch on its beak but for its topnotch teaching and picturesque school buildings that the students and staff alike enjoy; popular and well-spoken despite the fact that it was still considered as one of the newest academy’s to be built in the country… it only goes to show just how well its reputation precedes itself. It was an international academy after all; and the academy welcomes anyone with a love for learning no matter what their race, their religion and socioeconomic status with open arms. The academy was beautiful an

Half of me expects to see Mjollnir flying through the gymnasium windows, but of course, that would be cliché; it isn’t like this is a Marvel movie. The windows and the doors begin to shake fiercely as Hilda calls upon her forefathers to lend her the strength she needs to defeat me. I can see Miles out of my peripheral pacing back and forth; even the professor looks like she’s not sure what to do in this situation. Being a demigod, Hilda is one of the stronger students in this school, and if she loses control of her powers, it could be devastating. Still, the point of Divine Academy is to teach the students how to prosper and wield their gifts to their fullest potential. Miles and Herja need

She was pretty, with shoulder-length brown hair that had a small wave. “I have, for your viewing pleasure, your new school uniform.” “Really?” School had barely come up, with the exception of a brief mention that I was starting on Monday. Then it hit me. “Uniform?” “Yes. Olympus Academy. It’s an elite private high school. A lot of teen actors and Hollywood kids go there. With your transcript, Julia thought it would be a perfect fit. They are very strict on privacy, seeing who their students are, as well as the professional status of the parents.”

Still, I was too mentally and emotionally drained to do more than follow the Luna as she escorted me back to my suite. “Why? What is happening tomorrow?” I inquired. Oh, we are going to get you enrolled in the Royal Moon Academy,” she responded without further details. Once again, I was awestricken for the umpteenth time just this afternoon. The Royal Moon Academy was an Honors Institution. No Omega has even felt the marble of the hallways under their feet, much less attended as a student. I was too exhausted to have even the most minor conversations about that little bombshell.

Welcome to P**n Academy ~ Olivia ~ I stood outside the tall glass building, heart beating fast. The sign above the door read “P**n Academy” in bold red letters. It looked like any normal school from the outside, but I knew better. This place trained people to have sex on camera… professionally, confidently, and without shame.

But no matter what it is, it will surely be the most powerful of all. As I walked in the corridors of the Academy, trying to memorize every detail I got, I noticed how people looked at me with curiosity. Still, I did not bother to pay attention to them. It’s not like they’re going to kill me. Olympus is a dangerous place, but just like Professor McLaren said, I am much safer here in the Academy as long as I’ll be careful. It’s only seven in the morning which is why Professor Damaris told me to take my time to wander and familiarize the place. Because I just got my schedule, I chose to take a peek at my classrooms.

The Inter-Academy Grand Invitational — five schools, one track, one weekend, legitimate prize money and a trophy that apparently mattered enough to various pack hierarchies that people were already making calls. I stood at the notice board and read it twice. Warner Academy. Dumont. Nightshade. Crestfall. And a fifth school I didn't recognize — Ironveil Academy, based out of Eastern Europe, no supernatural affiliation listed, which was either unusual or a lie. "Ironveil," Adrian said, from beside me. He'd appeared quietly, the way he always did, reading the board with the focused attention he gave anything that might constitute a threat. "I've heard of them."

"I'm coming with you." Together we washed up and changed into clean clothes before leaving the training hall connected to the school. The pack's training academy towered over the small forum that was the heart of Opal Springs, my loveable yet tiny and sequestered village. All ages and studies were housed inside; including everything from sewing lessons for pups to Epsilon training.